‘Mummy Porn’: Why I Push The Barriers Of ‘Happily Ever After’

I hate the term ‘Mummy Porn’… It belittles what I do. It somehow implies that I spend my days and evenings sweating over my laptop like some dirty old man and his stash of magazines. Nor am I a sex maniac who uses her writing as an outlay from some serious frustration (although I’m sure Matt would be delighted if I was.)

It feels funny venting about this on my parenting blog. It’s not often that my two worlds collide, more out of respect for my children than anything. I’d hate for them to be teased in the playground because of something I did for a living. Kids are cruel. Parents are judgmental.

But what I write isn’t porn… Not by a long shot. I’m just pushing the boundaries of ‘happily ever after.’ And it shouldn’t be denigrated as ‘mummy’ or ‘mumsy’ either. To me, that feels like another dismissive, misogynistic put-down. Oh look, there’s goes mummy with her naughty books again, a silly hobby to amuse her in between the washing and the ironing and cleaning up puke.

For god’s sake, what’s wrong with a bit of spice?? I tried writing the cutesie romances, the Little Cake Shop On The Riviera With Lots Of Hunky-But-Conflicted Men ones, but they didn’t do it for me. They certainly didn’t do it for the publishing world. I needed to write something harder (no pun intended) and, hey presto, the words flowed and the interest grew.

Whilst I LOVE what EL James did for our industry, I hate the derision that has followed us ‘contemporary erotic’ authors around ever since.

It might come as a revelation to some men but us women like sex too!

xx

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